Blackland : get up and dance

Oct 26, 2012

eager and warm

tonight, on an empty dance floor, i moved my hips and danced with my beautiful friend dressed in royal blue. our friends were there to watch and i never once felt embarrassed. life is too damn short. years ago a woman said to me "dance while you can because before you know it the fat lady's gonna sing". i heed the warning and take the opportunity to lose myself in the thundering bass. what else is there? and in 17 days i'll be back in new york. i will walk, dressed in my black sweaters and sentiments through the lower east side, looking for a different dance floor where i can drop my sweat and hope. freya was just there. she sent me texts and pictures. she had drinks at my favorite bar. i can't wait to be back in that fair city, in the cold and quick pace of breath and footsteps. 17 days. i will stack as much paper as i can between now and then just to burn on drinks and bagels and hotdogs and coffee and entrance into every museum i can make time for. my red-eyed chariot awaits and i cannot wait to see that blazing city come back into view from an airplane window. my love. my only. my face pressed against the glass, hungry for all you offer. my pen is eager to spill poems for the scents and shapes you describe.